Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Of poets

It took all my heart,
and then some,
to put myself down
into four lines.
It's quiet, that heart,
now that I've been asked
to apologise for this poetry.

Tuesday, March 07, 2017


Your vanity bores me.
You count not
the experiences
the people
the songs
the mistakes
the lessons
the stories
the wounds and wins
the words and poetry
that these years gone by
have given you.
You count only the
wrinkles and the grey hair
and your obsession
with all those signs of old age
only show me
how little you've grown.